Natalie Fennpfuhl Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

Between park and panels

The three high-rise complexes surrounding the square house around 15, apartments. They belong to the first prefabricated housing estate in East Berlin and the GDR. The Fennpfuhl .

I love hangin' by the canal. The Landwehr canal, right close to there, creeps along the edges, making me feel free and a bit wired. Yeah, I might exaggerate – that canal's like the wild ride in Fury Road. Everything's rough and raw yet somehow chill.

What is it like to be Black in Germany?